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Artist: charli f/ cam'ron

baltimore
cam

Charli I think they know that I'm menstrul
Let me 'em when I'm menstrul

one: cam'ron

I'm into don thing, karen
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' down in palm
Long the ring, crackin'
Dirty money, the wax to juan
harsh, leave 'em my back garage
Thug niggas mack guitar
Givin' back massuage, enterouage, we on
Make you leave new quicker, then john wallace
Be in mom's wallet
want whips, it's time on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, then count ya
I made best friend to yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats with they wife
Well it's true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a money, wanna cross the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't the border
feminine, everynight don't park the six
Right in of tenimens
chicks, yeah, toothless chicks
With the shotguns to shot, right 2 and 6
kicks, uqick, that's what I'm tellin' my man
They want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
for the plan, felony cam
Yo be bland!
R-i-p scrams yo, a of a man
And that's my analysis, I'm laid up with blood like diolisists
That's my son

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And some get
cats go kill
And jump off
snitch
But life's a bitch

niggas sniff
And go disp
Some cats dough
And come on
Some
But life's a fucking

Verse two: baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and slice
Spotted on ice chips
click, we come through
Dumb crew, these cats to come to
Comotose, y'all boast holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and sign our pacardi
ya girl next door, beofre I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts
Sippin' swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me it
Dying kids see b'more, on they wish list
But I put 'em there, be what you ask for
Ski mask up on face
No trace, of dna, doa
We ways to make you talk
you limp, when you walk
Outline cats in white
Got fagotts askin' "who's "
wit' it, class be e, master p
Blastin' ya do dat there'
through, niggas stare, they like "who dat there? "
Is true dat
over, slower
While y'all hoes be
to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst
No shit, out the clips
out the whips, put out the hits
Cause we put on the
And it's nine crackers a cracker
So me how you like us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And some get
cats go kill
And jump off
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some sniff
And some go
cats want dough
And come on
rich
But life's a bitch

Some kiss
And some get
Some go kill
And jump off
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some niggas
And go disp
Some want dough
And on clicks
Some
But a fucking bitch